I’m going away for the weekend to visit a dear friend. I really, really need this break and yet I still feel anxious and guilty about leaving. I know everyone will be fine without me. More than fine. But I also know they will miss me. My oldest especially. And the thought of doing anything that makes him sad breaks my heart. Even though I know it’s for the best. For everyone. I suppose this is what being a mom is like. Doing things that are right but still hard all the same.